Novel & Cerita Quotes About Loss Of Trust

"Even if you become a billionaire." "Even if I choose the wrong family?" "There's no wrong family. There's just the family you choose." "What if I choose no family?" "Then you choose no family." "Sandra, you're the only person I trust anymore." "That's okay. Trust takes time to rebuild." "What if I never trust anyone again?" "Then you'll miss out on a lot of love." "What if love isn't worth the risk?" "That's not for me to decide. That's for you to decide."

Always perfectly positioned to gather information without arousing suspicion. “No,” Aurora said firmly, standing up with more confidence than she felt. “Not Maya. I trust her.” “With respect, ma’am, you trusted your ex-husband too. For years. He had you convinced he was loving and devoted right up until he put you in the hospital with bruised ribs and a concussion.” Patricia’s words were harsh but not deliberately cruel, just factual, the way a surgeon’s scalpel cut to reach disease. “Trust isn’t a guarantee of loyalty. Sometimes it’s a blind spot that people exploit. Sometimes the people we trust most are the ones best positioned to hurt us.”

“And how’s that going?” “Messy.” Harper reached across the table and squeezed my hand. “You don’t have to have all the answers. But if you’re not careful, doubt will eat away at everything. Trust is like… scaffolding on a skyscraper. It holds the whole thing up. If one piece breaks…” “The whole thing can collapse.” “Exactly.” I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat. “Benita said something… that I can’t get out of my head.” Harper arched an eyebrow. “Let me guess—Ray’s dangerous, and you’re naïve.”

Quincy There’s a saying you hear around here by your second or third week, whispered like a prayer and carved into the back of your head whether you like it or not: Don’t trust anyone. Not your cellmate. Not the guy who trades you cookies for soap. Not the guards, the chaplain, the janitor, not even the rat outside the laundry hall. Trust gets you shanked. Trust gets you stripped. Trust gets you dead. I thought I understood that. And I had defiled that law once with my cellmate.

In this world trust wasn't safety, trust was a risk. And the wrong one... Wouldn't just hurt you. It would destroy you.

There's a wise saying that goes, "A person who has wronged a trustworthy individual can never regain their trust. Even if they toil to prove they are now a good person, the trust is already broken and cannot be mended." So, hearing Tyler wanting to talk about us getting back together and all that nonsense irked me to the bone marrow. I didn’t want to hear anything about it anymore. Nevertheless, I let him keep hope alive. Hope is a reason for many to live and for others to make foolish decisions, such as investing in a Ponzi scheme and believing it will make them rich even in the afterlife. "As for the eatery, we will have to sell it off and donate the money to the community. We don’t need i

well he had crushed it into million of pieces. "Trust.. The trust is slowly developed with time after it is completely shattered. You know what, Zachariah?--" Hazily looking away from his piercing orbs, I diverted my attention on my hands. "--Sometimes it's better to leave the past behind and just focus on what's laying ahead of us since broken trust is like a broken mirror, even if we tried to glue the pieces up together it wont stick. Just have faith in yourself and try harder to be the real you." A deep exhale left his mouth. Unknowingly, warmth blossomed within my heart when his palm touched my skin.

By priorit Isabella had a mysterious and unreadable expression on her face, showing no hint of her thoughts or emotions. She sat in her chair, tapping her fingers on the armrest in a rhythmic pattern. "Trust is a delicate and vulnerable aspect of relationships that can be easily broken or destroyed. It is crucial for us to exercise caution and avoid being naive, particularly when taking into account our financial constraints. We need to be mindful and prudent in our decision-making, ensuring that we make informed choices given our limited financial resources."

Our courage and commitment would be a strong foundation in this struggle. "Don't flatter me too much. I once trusted you and Eric completely, without a hint of suspicion, let alone making accusations. But what happened? My trust was completely taken away. So, don’t give your full trust to anyone, including me!" My words were firm and blunt, reflecting the bitter experiences I had endured. The courage to speak like this was part of the healing process and self-protection. Despite the trust being built, it was important to remain vigilant and not repeat the same mistakes. This situation taught that trust must be built carefully and shouldn't be given lightly.

My tears had triggered some memories of hers maybe from when she broke up with her ex boyfriend. We stayed like that, entangled in each other's arms as we calmed ourselves down with silent whimpers. Outside, the rain kept falling—washing the portrait’s charcoal eyes into the gutter, line by line, until there was nothing left but smears. And for the first time, I wasn’t sure which loss hurt more: the boy I’d trusted, or the version of myself I’d believed in with him. No matter how this ends, one thing is certain: this is only the beginning, and the story is far from over. Trust is like a fragile vessel—once shattered, it can never return to its original form.